While looking at his daughter's room which was a mess... again... Rabbi Kula, author of Blessings, finally hears himself say, "It's just like Talia: always overflowing." He realized he was smiling. He wrote:
"Her cup runneth over... Perhaps Talia didn't want these things put away neatly, but left out, exposed as if to say 'Here I am.' For the first time I understood while Talia always said, 'It's not a mess to me.'"
We're home from vacation. The suitcases are put away. The clothes have been washed. The souvenirs seem like friendly old things already. Now, it's time to start thinking about school starting back in a few weeks. I'm looking ahead with excitement, but not urgency. I'm finding the back to school sales AND squishing my toes around in these lazy muggy days.
My cup runneth over.
I look into the crystal ball of my own invented next year and I see school, baseball practice, grocery shopping, and all the rest of it. I imagine all the days in my iPad calendar full up with colored blocks that show activity and engagement.
People visiting my life may say, "I don't know how you do it!" And I'll say, "It's not a mess to me!"
My cup runneth over.
I imagine the fusses, the bad moods (mine), the running out the door with an envelope of cash marked "Eating Out Money." I see the piles of papers and bills and permission slips. And while it may be untidy, it won't be a mess to me.
My cup runneth over.
I imagine the hurried phone calls to my family in Texas and Georgia, the wishing for more time to talk. I see the door open to family who comes to visit and friends who come to share. I expect the new friends we'll make the old friends we'll say farewell to.
And my cup runneth over.
"Her cup runneth over... Perhaps Talia didn't want these things put away neatly, but left out, exposed as if to say 'Here I am.' For the first time I understood while Talia always said, 'It's not a mess to me.'"
We're home from vacation. The suitcases are put away. The clothes have been washed. The souvenirs seem like friendly old things already. Now, it's time to start thinking about school starting back in a few weeks. I'm looking ahead with excitement, but not urgency. I'm finding the back to school sales AND squishing my toes around in these lazy muggy days.
My cup runneth over.
I look into the crystal ball of my own invented next year and I see school, baseball practice, grocery shopping, and all the rest of it. I imagine all the days in my iPad calendar full up with colored blocks that show activity and engagement.
People visiting my life may say, "I don't know how you do it!" And I'll say, "It's not a mess to me!"
My cup runneth over.
I imagine the fusses, the bad moods (mine), the running out the door with an envelope of cash marked "Eating Out Money." I see the piles of papers and bills and permission slips. And while it may be untidy, it won't be a mess to me.
My cup runneth over.
I imagine the hurried phone calls to my family in Texas and Georgia, the wishing for more time to talk. I see the door open to family who comes to visit and friends who come to share. I expect the new friends we'll make the old friends we'll say farewell to.
And my cup runneth over.
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